He was ranked twenty-second in the tournament and played with both fervor and style. It wasn’t like playing Randy, where everything he hit couldn’... be returned. He handled me in straight games, even though one of them was tight. My first match at World’s and I was out.Well, out is a relative expression. We were playing Olympic brackets, meaning that even though I was out for the championship, I wasn’t done playing. I moved to the red bracket with a match early Sunday.Allison stood up well in. But for a certain woman… It was so much more. She sat quietly on the edge of the balcony, the window to her old room open behind her. The cold January breeze whipping past the moth eaten sheer curtains causing a ghastly whooshing sound to fill the tiny dust covered chamber. She was dressed simply in black. Black nylon pants with a tight fitting black shit, cut high in the front with long coat tails in the back. Her long raven locks were half clasped to the back of her head in an elegant, old. "May I help you?" asked the young woman sitting behind the desk, looking up at Georgia through her fashionably small, ovoid-shaped glasses."Please. I am looking for," Georgia looked at the piece of paper in her hand, "Anne Wilmott. I have an appointment."The receptionist flashed her professional smile at Georgia, who might, after all, be an important client, and then picked up her phone, dialing a few numbers and quietly speaking into the mouthpiece."Ms. Wilmott will be here in just a minute.. The show went well-Warren and Sophie loved it when the tour stopped in Boston, so they could skate for family and friends. Tom seemed to like it, too.They held an after-show get-together in the hotel ballroom, as they often did. One of the things that often happened at these is that, if there was a piano in the room, the rest of the cast prevailed upon Tom to play for a bit. He gladly did so, enjoying playing for his friends. He did so on this night, too, favoring his friends with some.